After struggling many times to show you the cords from in front, he decided to move beside you. Albeit, that didn’t do anything either.

As a result, he found himself behind you, guiding your arms to fit around the guitars curves and aim your fingers to the correct strings.

“There.”

He mumbled, his voice soft as his breath dragged against your neck.

“Keep it there for a minute, okay?”

His voice was as gentle and patient as ever.